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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: To Dwell Upon the Past
Linnix looks up from her own bowl of stew and rolls her eyes.
Impatiently she says, "I said it once already, and I'll say it again. At this point, how doesn't matter any more. Loriel and Kas are gone. That's it. If there was nothing you could have done, then there was nothing you could have done! Now please, can we get a move on? We do have a quest to finish you know."
Linnix pauses, and thoughtfully adds, "It looks like a fairly good day to travel, so we should make good use of it. We can talk on the road if need be."
Posted on 2008-06-14 at 20:58:00.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Galen Likes to Read
"Come on, we should all go,"
"The corridor isn't going anywhere," Galen murmurs quietly while still reading.
Realizing that might have been too soft, as his voice usually is, Galen speaks up again, "We're in no hurry that I can tell, and I have one more thing I want to check."
Galen closes his eyes. There is a slim possibility that this is actually a dream, and if it is indeed a dream, then he could use that. Galen tests the borders of his consciousness, but finds they are not hazy, as they would usually be in sleep. Galen nods, so this is real. Or at the very least, not a dream.
Owen too checks this, but in a different way, by actually testing this world's magic. Galen nods at the result. He expected as much, considering that the directions in his book had only verified and extended on his own theories about magic.
"Holy . . ."
"Krutz?" Galen offers, prefering even mundane words over colloquial swears and languange.
In the back of his mind, Galen thinks ahead. There is an uncanny resemblance between the spells in his book and those in the PHB, as well as the Spell Compendium. If this world indeed followed the outlines of D&D, then that would imply that his magic would be severely limited. Galen shrugs; that actually didn't matter so much, because if this is true, then almost the only spell he truly wants is one he'll get soon enough, provided he uses the knowledge in his spellbook to provide hints and the infrastructure to 'discover' it.
"Onward then."
Grabbing another torch, Galen follows the others, definitely not in the front. When walking in a group, Galen seldom walks in the front, and so too even here. However, Galen can't help but be curious as to exactly what Owen is doing in the front.
Posted on 2008-06-14 at 17:46:03.
Edited on 2008-06-17 at 06:22:58 by Reralae
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Power Hidden in the Truth
The book was the first thing that draws in Galen's attention. Everything else almost doesn't matter at this point in time, there is only him, and the book. However, there is also another feeling, although it isn't new. Inconvenience? That is one way to put it. An inconvenience that he had been trying to solve for years, that hadn't been solved just from this abrupt change of setting. Oh well, if this book is what it appears to be, it would give a different path anyway. Galen sits on the ground, cross-legged, with the book open on his lap.
Within these pages is directions to wield power. Galen thinks as he methodically reads every page in his book.
Galen stops for a moment, and closes his eyes. With power comes responsibility. The responsibility to use it properly, and not abuse it. The Light chooses to use it to strike the Darkness, and likewise the Darkness will attack the Light. That is the Eternal War, but the true path is in the Twilight. I know this... do I accept it?
Inside, Galen smiles, Yes. I had made this commitment before, and I will make it here too. Even if the people here are indeed ready for this power, I won't merely give it to them. I will be a gatekeeper, and if by Destiny they are ready, then Destiny will provide it, given time.
The interconnections between the natural and the supernatural are outlined in the book. How to use one to alter the other, and yet, Galen can't help but notice small things that do not truly make sense. Some aspects seem slightly redundant, but it would be wise to still make the notions anyway, unless there is a clear way around it.
The requirement of material items? Galen wonders, That would make sense, if the material was actually used, but for these relatively simple spells, it seems to only provide more of a focus to concentrate one's thought on. If I'm right, I should be able to do without them, at least for these spells.
Galen tentatively reaches outwards with his right hand, feeling the unseen and unfelt waves of the omnipresent forces that give magic its form. Satisfied with just feeling their existance for now, Galen withdraws his hand without doing anything, nods once to himself, and rises to follow the others, clasping the book shut and holding it as if it were just one of his many school textbooks.
Posted on 2008-06-14 at 05:18:28.
Edited on 2008-06-14 at 05:20:50 by Reralae
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Topic: Silent Hill: Eternal Decay
Subject: Introductions
"Nice to meet you Chris. I'm Cindi Lawran." Cindi says, giving another polite smile, and even a curtsying motion.
((Upon seeing the picture))
Cindi frowns, "Where'd you get that?"
She examines the picture, taking in the setting, as well as her apparent mood in the picture. She doesn't remember being there, in the cemetary, much less the scenario in the picture, but it could still easily be true. Maybe I like drawing grafitti then? She wonders.
"I think before we go on, we may have to go back to where we've been, are you ladies armed?"
"I do have a weapon..." Cindi admits, "But I don't want to use it unless I really have to; I think it's unreliable. If I find something else that's better, I'd much rather use it."
Well, it'll definitely be unreliable if I can't get to it in time. Cindi thinks. Grudgingly, she takes out the gun slightly hidden in the first-aid kit, loads it, and sticks it in her hoodie kangaroo pocket. The gun feels awkward to her, a bit clunky, definitely not her weapon of choice, if she did have a weapon of choice somewhere in that void memory space. Finally, Cindi notices her wrist tattoo. Gothic and flowery? I guess I have a slightly peculiar taste... Cindi thinks.
Posted on 2008-06-13 at 00:46:02.
Edited on 2008-06-13 at 00:49:39 by Reralae
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Topic: The Web of Worlds
Subject: The Ammunition...
Would be per single loading of the weapon, which varies between the individual weapons.
You can see the DMG for the number of shots you get per weapon loading.
So, for example, the automatic pistol has a magazine of 15 bullets, so buying one set of ammunition for that gives you one magazine of 15 bullets.
There is a difference between the number of bullets you get for the different guns, but that's primarily because they are different bullets. They just happen to have the same price.
Posted on 2008-06-13 at 00:27:09.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Q and A
Fonhinqann
Gladiator Arena Main Office
Four and Three Quarter Hours before Twilight
"Am I free to go my own way?"
"That entirely depends on if you remain the defending champion or not." Fahinn explains, "If you wish to continue to show your prowess in the arena as the defending champion, then it would merely be easier for you to stay here at the arena. Of course, you can still wander, but if you wish to retain the title of champion, you have to be here when there's another tournament. If you don't wish to remain the defending champion, then by default the title will return to the most recent champion, which is Xira, and if she declines, then it is merely left open for the next tournament winner."
"What becomes of the arena now that Xira has been defeated?"
Fahinn shrugs, "The arena remains just that, the arena. A place where people chose to show their battle prowess. Who is currently the champion isn't all that important; the fact remains that they're still the person to defeat."
"Where is the nearest city to seek adventure?"
"Well, the nearest city would be Wanqir, the capital of Tiancann. It is due north along the highway, and quite a lot of happenings take place there."
"What will happen to Xira now that she has been defeated?"
Fahinn shakes his head, "I do not know what is going through her mind. With regards to arena standings, she is still a competitor that can compete, but whether she will or not I do not know."
"Can Xira be fully restored from the effects of the Black Scythe?"
Fahinn breathes in sharply, "I wish I could say yes, but despite all of my efforts, I still haven't made any progress at all. Her continuing to wield that scythe even with all of us, that is Ken, Tenarr and myself, trying to pursuade her otherwise doesn't help either."
"Where did that Black Scythe come from, and how did Xira get it?"
Fahinn shakes his head, "I don't know. The only person that does know is Xira, and she has not told anyone."
"How do you propose to destroy the Black Scythe?"
"I truly have no idea how to destroy such an item. Its magic is potent, and will not ever be quelled by standard means, and physically it is even stronger than Xira's regular scythe. It is quite possible that there is no way to destroy it."
"Do you know of any way my Flaming Scimitar can be restored ... or replaced?"
"Unfortunately, the metal smiths are generally all within the city of Girhn, almost on the other side of the continent from here. There is also, strangely, a couple in the wooden city of Hylon, but I don't think they can enchant blades. As such, it'd almost be easier to just purchase a new blade. The market for such blades is not all that large, and so there are few merchants that take the goods from Girhn all over Tiancann; they mostly display their wares in Wanqir, so the best place to look would be there."
"Is there anything I can do to help Xira recover?"
Fahinn smiles, "I truly appreciate your concern, however... I do not know if Xira will ever recover. If I find out anything that might help, you can be sure that I'll let you know."
"May I talk to Xira before I leave?"
Fahinn nods, "Of course. She's still in the infirmary, although she's mostly mended. The infirmary is under Ken's outpost in the arena, and you can enter directly from the arena grounds. It's designed that way so as to let us swiftly take the wounded there."
Posted on 2008-06-13 at 00:20:45.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Linsemptus - Q/A
Subject: BTW...
Even though it doesn't matter all that much, the official name for that powerful scythe Xira has is the Death Scythe, although it is still obvious what scythe you're referring to. ^_^
Posted on 2008-06-12 at 23:40:06.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Diary of the Obsessed
Somewhere Between Wanqir and Aqinarr
Plains of Tiancann
Three Hours before Twilight
The book seems to be a diary of the hunter. Dusk flips past the first pages, since they are rather mundane, referring to a rather ordinary life. However, at the center of the book, there is an abrupt change, and the entries become very short and brief.
Village attacked today. At least half of the people are dead. Culprits: half humanoid, half wolf. Some half rat, others half beast. All probably lycanthrope.
Attacked again. Heavy casualties. I'm the only one left of the guard.
They attacked again. This is unforgiveable. I couldn't do anything. I fell, and I hid, but I still saw. My wife, my daughter, and everyone else... they're all dead.
There's no point in writing in this book any more. I'll still carry it, but I won't write. There's nothing to write. I have nothing left. I sold it all. What was left anyway. By my silver blade, I won't stop until they all die. My pain will not ever be repeated! Wolf, tiger, bear, boar, rat they're all the same, and they'll all perish. I'll hunt them. I'll hunt them all!
All the pages beyond this point are blank.
The locket is a simple two-sided oval locket that opens along the split between the two sides. Inside are two small portraits, which can only be of the hunter's wife and daughter.
"I was going to use his cloak to wrap him in, but you may use it if you need."
"I might... if I need to stay Half Elven at all; I'm usually just fine as a tiger."
"The arrows need to come out. Now rather than later," he added quickly. "I can aid you with that task."
"Yes, they hurt quite a bit. I'll switch back, since I got them as a tiger, so it'd be better to remove them that way."
There is another rustling of grass, and the young tiger growls softly, to show she's ready.
Posted on 2008-06-12 at 06:25:54.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Tears that Fall
Aqinarr City
Soldier's Barracks
Three and Three Quarter Hours before Twilight
"I am sorry."
Casia dries her tears quickly, trying to be stoic. Unfortunately, that's just among the list of things she isn't able to do, and so she sheds a few more tears.
"It's... alright." Casia says in between choking on her tears, "Some other people have done worse."
Casia wipes a couple more of her tears away with her sleeve, and wanders out of the barracks, nearly tripping twice along the corridor. Yin looks between Willow and Casia's retreating figure, with a clear look of 'what was that about?' on his face.
Yin shrugs, then turns back towards Willow. "Well, that was interesting... anyway, I wanted to give you this."
With that, Yin pulls out and offers Willow a box about the size of a small jewellery box. It is a perfect cube, and is wrapped with light silk and tied with a velvet silken ribbon.
Posted on 2008-06-12 at 05:58:23.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: For Decency's Sake
Somewhere Between Wanqir and Aqinarr
Plains of Tiancann
Three Hours before Twilight
Just barely a moment after Dusk had his back clearly turned, he hears a rustling as the grass as the tiger's body Changes. Dusk can also hear sharp exhalations as well, likely caused by the pain resulting from Changing with the arrows
"It's only because I don't get to keep any clothes when I change form you know." A somewhat young girl's voice murmurs.
"But, to answer your question... I really don't know. That man's been stalking me and mother for the past week; he killed father a few days before that."
Posted on 2008-06-12 at 05:33:32.
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Topic: Silent Hill: Eternal Decay
Subject: Memories
Cindi smiles politely at the two newcomers, taking everything as it comes. Why not? Companions are a good thing after all, especially in Silent Hill-
Cindi's eyes widen as she suddenly remembers. That's right... no wonder she was so used to this place...
And the doors burst open. Hank jumps, starled, and backs away as if fearing what she will see, but it is not the many bodies she saw as she left. Transparent people, dressed in their Sunday best, pour from the door. Hank, Cindi, Delilah and Chris can see the outlines of buildings through them.
Cindi sighs. "Oh....that again."
That's right... there were those minor annoyances that occured every now and then. There didn't seem to be any congreguity to them; they just happen. The memory she had recovered still had a lot of holes in it, but it is far better than the emptiness she had initially. Her foxlike face looks even more foxlike as Cindi thinks for a moment, curious about this particular apparition. Would I see myself? She wonders, and so she looks among the crowd of ghost-like images, looking for her own image, which her memory suggests would be there.
Regardless if Cindi sees herself or not, afterwards she turns back to the others. "Are either of you injured? I found a first-aid kit earlier, if you think it could help."
Posted on 2008-06-12 at 04:06:09.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Truth
Fonhinqann
Gladiator Arena Main Office
Five Hours before Twilight
As soon as Manalagna enters the office, Fahinn looks up with a smile and says, "Perfect, just the person I wanted to see."
Looking directly into Manalagna's eyes, Fahinn says, "Well, now you've seen exactly what that Death Scythe Xira has is capable of, not only against the one it is wielded against, but also against the wielder."
Fahinn sighs, "That scythe gives a lot of pain, a large cost, but for what benefit? My old eyes have seen none. That weapon... should really be destroyed."
"Oh, I am sorry." Fahinn says, "You're probably getting tired of hearing about Xira's scythe by now, and you probably have other questions for me, do you not?"
Posted on 2008-06-12 at 02:55:36.
Edited on 2008-06-12 at 02:55:53 by Reralae
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Hmm...
“Sometimes I think you’re the lucky one,” Aelistae replied thoughtfully, after Linnix had joined her at her table. “We’ve seen so much on this journey that I wish I could drift away into unconsciousness and forget it for a time. V’dri is more like a waking dream, where your mind replays events from your past even if you would avoid them. No, I don’t think you’d want to envy me for that.”
"Oh..." Linnix murmurs in response, "So it'd be kind of like my nightmares sometimes."
Quite soon afterwards, it seems incredibly crowded, with almost everyone there, even a new person! Still, there are two people missing... and then the coin drops.
"Loriel and Kas will not be with us anymore. They died last night."
Linnix has no idea how to take this new development. Loss is sad, but still, deep inside, Linnix couldn't help but feel slightly relieved. In truth, she didn't really see eye to eye with either Loriel or Kas, so, if she is going to be honest with herself, Linnix would have to admit that she doesn't actually feel sad at their loss.
Linnix shrugs, "We all knew we'd face danger on this quest. That's something we all agreed to right? Otherwise we wouldn't have signed up. Loriel knew this, Kas also probably knew. Anyway, we shouldn't feel so disheartened. They died doing what they chose to do, and wouldn't want us to worry about them or the situation in which they died."
Posted on 2008-06-11 at 23:44:48.
Edited on 2008-06-11 at 23:47:08 by Reralae
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Topic: The Web of Worlds
Subject: Hmm...
I'm not exactly sure if I'm going to join or not...
Just as a heads up though, I'll probably revive Errinae if I do join.
Posted on 2008-06-11 at 01:44:04.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Communication is Necessary
Somewhere Between Wanqir and Aqinarr
Plains of Tiancann
Three Hours before Twilight
The man's possessions are nearly non-existant, and are very simple. He doesn't even carry a mat to sleep on or a waterskin or even food for that matter. All that the man has is his quiver of silver arrows, silver sword, his bow, the studded leather armour that he is wearing, a simple ring with a clear, blue gemstone on the ring finger of his left hand, and a pouch on his belt. Within the pouch is a book, likely to be a diary. Within the man's hand, pulled off of his neck in his dying moments, is a silver locket.
"Why?" he said without looking up. "Why did this man wish you dead..."
The young tiger growls softly, to get Dusk's attention. Deliberately, it raises a paw to cover its eyes, then points at Dusk, and waits.
Posted on 2008-06-11 at 00:09:50.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: A New Day, a New Person
The sun peeks its face through the window, with a few stray rays stroking Linnix's cheek. Linnix yawns, quietly though, careful not to disturb her still-sleeping companion Sheva. Linnix slowly gets to her feet and looks out the window. Oh, what a beautiful morning! The sun, already high in the sky, enlightens the few, sparse clouds as they trek across the blue expanse. When she was little, Linnix remembers, she would always try to think about what things the clouds made when they formed shapes. There are too few clouds in the sky to form any shapes for her to see, but maybe that was just as well; the sunlight made the city appear so much better than the bleak darkness that had enveloped the night before when they returned to the inn.
Her spirits soaring, Linnix quickly changes and gets ready for the day. Doubtless, they'd be returning to the road soon, so it'd be best to pack up. She could just imagine Caera calling after her to hurry up, since it is already quite late in the day. Tip toeing around the room almost like a toddler trying not to wake their sleeping parents, Linnix gathers her things, setting everything together, albiet in a rather untidy pile. She puts the dress away in its box, making a mental note to get it washed as soon as possible. Now about the armour... Linnix frowns thoughtfully. She had never actually worn armour before, so she wasn't sure how it's supposed to go, whether over or under clothing. Well, this is mithril, and it's light like clothing, so maybe it'd work under clothing...
Linnix looks at the result in the mirror. Well, her clothes are loose enough to hide the armour fairly well; it doesn't really look like she's wearing it at all. The few metallic clinks now and then when she moves though could still be a bit of a giveaway. Oh well, it'll have to do. Linnix doesn't want to fiddle with the armour all day! Stuffing everything else in either her backpack or her belt pouch carefully, Linnix finishes getting ready with a final placement of her scythe on her back.
Still trying not to awaken Sheva, Linnix leaves the room and heads downstairs. Seeing Aelistae already there, Linnix meanders over.
"You're lucky..." Linnix says, speaking her mind, "You don't have to sleep as much as we do, do you? Sometimes I feel like I miss so much because I sleep through it!"
Linnix chuckles, then murmurs pensively, "Hmm, I wonder what'll happen today..."
Posted on 2008-06-10 at 23:35:56.
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Topic: Welcome or Not!
Subject: Hmm, Intuitive Glance at the Invisible
The little girl looks down approvingly as the horse is washed. There, that looks so much better, and I'd bet the horse feels much much better too! She thinks.
Suddenly, the stranger's eyes meet her own, and something seems to alert them. Did she drop her invisibility? No, that wasn't possible; she does so not only out of instinct but out of habit.
The stranger, apparently on some sort of internal schedule, quickly sets back on his path. Perhaps not as unbeknownst as she would have it, the girl continues to follow, curiousity outweighing anything else she could do right now.
Posted on 2008-06-10 at 00:29:25.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: The Lost Blade
Fonhinqann
Gladiator Arena
Five Hours before Twilight
"Not too bad for nearly losing my life in the arena! Any chance that Tenarr has the ability to restore my Flaming Scimitar?"
Ken shakes his head, "Unfortunately, no. No one takes the lad seriously enough to provide him enough training in the mending of weapons. Most people aren't even aware of his talent at making weapons, like this sword!" Ken says, holding forth the ornate greatsword.
"But I digress; that would be if the weapon was not magical." Ken adds, "Tenarr hasn't learned how to use magic in the least, and so cannot restore the fiery heart of your blade, even if he restores the material whole."
"So ... My Friend ... What Now?"
Ken takes the offered hand in an overwhelming grip and even embrace, "Ha ha! Well, you should go see Xira, just so she can offer you that Death Scythe. I personally don't recommend taking it; you can see how it can far shorten anyone's life expectancy. Xira is probably not going to be recovered until after an hour or so, but I imagine Fahinn will want to talk to you regarding that scythe. I imagine he's back in his office already, since his healing is only needed to cure the worst of the fallen's wounds; generally the other clerics are more than capable of healing most fallen warriors here."
Posted on 2008-06-09 at 23:52:18.
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Topic: The Would You Rather Game
Subject: That's Simple
Live, because then you can do more than if you're dead (that other people notice at any rate).
Light, Dark or Twilight?
Posted on 2008-06-09 at 23:27:01.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Raised Eyebrows All Around
"Very well, perhaps you were simply fortunate, for the Cardinal’s ways are chaotic at best. Consorting with rogue vigilante’s and those who have known demonic accomplices is a serious offence, should you ever encounter him again, you would be wise to alert the nearest authorities and let them handle it from there."
Linnix too raises an eyebrow. So that was the Cardinal. It didn't make much sense to her, because from what she thought she saw, it seemed that the man preferred vengence by death rather than the torture as was seen earlier with the crucified bandit. But then again, The thought unwittingly comes, Didn't I want to inflict more pain than death? Perhaps that's what he felt too...
Linnix shudders, and once again pushes the thought out of her mind. Quickly, she follows Aelistae and the others as they head back to the inn. Yes, it definitely didn't matter. OK, maybe she needed to learn to control her anger soon, but that doesn't make her any more like... Ugh, I can't stop thinking about it! Linnix irritably thinks. Fortunately, before she can continue her spiraling train of thought, the newcomer speaks again.
"I'm sure the innkeeper isn't at the desk at all hours. Would you have a spare bed in a room already rented? If not, I imagine the innkeeper has a room with quick access to a spare bed I could use until morning. Then the official renting transaction thing can be done. I do hope we'll have time for at least a short chat tomorrow. I have oh, so many questions, but the shock of the past few sudden and frantic minutes is setting in on me. Weary to the bones, I am, as must you all be!"
Linnix looks back towards Sheva, "Well, I can't say for sure, but I think you could probably sleep in our room. I could even sleep on the floor if that helps."
I doubt I'll get much sleep tonight anyway. Linnix adds mentally.
Posted on 2008-06-09 at 23:15:03.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Sorry I'm late!
Unfortunately, by the time RDI was back up yesterday, it was so late I had to go to bed.
Well, I'm going to post asap (meaning start right now), so hopefully I didn't hold us up too much *sweatdrop*
Posted on 2008-06-09 at 22:42:52.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Fallen Xira
Fonhinqann
Gladiator Arena
Five Hours before Twilight
"Weapon of Darkness ... Be Nullified ... Now!
Xira doesn't react, merely watching carefully, as Manalagna focuses upon disabling the Death Scythe. To his astonishment, a sheer dark force overwhelms his spell, and with a burst of darkness to that effect, the Death Scythe remains as it was.
"Fahinn did that too once," Xira states, "and got the same result; this weapon cannot be quelled so easily."
Xira's armour has turned white hot, but its pain is more of a nuisance compared to the damage being dealt by her own weapon. Xira draws the scythe back, its black aura spreading up her arms and enshrouding her body. With a scream of pain, Xira unleashes a devestating blow. The scythe pierces beyond Manalagna's armour and body, somehow wounding him from within, in his soul. The pain is incredible. Darkness shrouds his vision, but somehow Manalagna finds the strength to hold on. His vision returns just in time to see Xira crumble upon the ground, deathly pale. (-54 hp Manalagna, and you made the Massive Damage save)
Across the entire arena, the ground glows as an intricate pattern and array of white lines, circles and runes cover it from the center out. It feels warm, and Manalagna can tell that it is to prevent death.
The crowd roars with applause, and Ken can be heard shouting "IT'S OVER!"
However, Ken's words are not the most important, as running towards Xira is a medical group, including none other than Fahinn. They quickly douse Xira's armour with a Create Water spell, and take her away in a stretcher, with Fahinn remaining behind for a moment.
"I'm glad you survived." Fahinn murmurs, and bestows a Heal spell upon Manalagna, restoring all his vigor.
Fahinn excuses himself and runs after the others. Ken then appears, having jumped down from his perch.
"Behold the victor!" Ken bellows, and having retrieved his sword, he points it at Manalagna, as if there were any question of who won, "And now, behold the victor's spoils!"
Ken slams the ornate greatsword into the ground, and the ground rumbles slightly, the white array already vanishing with Xira off of the field. A table of sand forms in front of Manalagna, and from within pops out a hefty sack of coins. Even though Manalagna can't count them right away, he can tell all two thousand golden coins are there. The crowd, satisfied with watching, begins to thin. Surprisingly quickly, only Manalagna and Ken are left in the arena grounds.
Posted on 2008-06-08 at 18:30:53.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Death of the Hunter
Somewhere Between Wanqir and Aqinarr
Plains of Tiancann
Three Hours before Twilight
Dusk vanishes into ethereality yet again, and the hunter tenses for the inevitable. The strike is accurate, and pierces the man's abdomen, puncturing the posterior vena cava. The man coughs up more blood, and the bow falls from his hand as he reaches to his neck.
"I... failed."
The hunter slumps forward, the blade sliding out of his truly lifeless form as he falls to the ground. There is a metallic clink at the impact as a locket snaps off its chain around the man's neck, enveloped within his hand.
The young tiger limps back, limping because its front left leg was pierced by an arrow, and two other arrows are in its left side. It stays a slight distance away from Dusk, hesitant to draw near, and sits on the ground.
Posted on 2008-06-08 at 16:52:28.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Shot of the Hunter
Somewhere Between Wanqir and Aqinarr
Plains of Tiancann
Three Hours before Twilight
Dusk brings his blades to bear against the out-of-line hunter. His first hit slashes hard, slitting the man's torso with a deep wound. The second hit, however, slashes into the hunter's chest, causing him to cough up blood.
"No... I will not let this be in vain!" The hunter snarls, stepping back.
He drops his silver sword, and with blinding speed, he draws and nocks his bow. He fires three arrows in quick succession, their course far beyond Dusk, to the tiger.
Being a lycanthrope hunter, it is not surprising that the man's arrows are also silver, and he is incredibly accurate with them. All three hit their mark, and the young tiger nearly collapses under the assault.
Posted on 2008-06-07 at 07:30:05.
Edited on 2008-06-08 at 16:39:16 by Reralae
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Xira
Fonhinqann
Gladiator Arena
Five Hours before Twilight
"Moradin Grant Me The Compassion To Impart Life!"
Yet, even as Manalagna draws the power of Water and Light together to heal, Xira has her own plans. As Manalagna reaches out to transfer the healing energy via touch, Xira grabs the offending hand's wrist in a strong vicegrip.
"I can heal myself." Xira says coldly, "Save it for your own wounds."
Concentrating, Xira somehow reverses the process of the spell, so that it was never cast (and so can still be cast). Xira then releases her grip on Manalagna's wrist.
The scythe in her other hand and her armour now glow a far brighter orange, nearing white. The bandages on that hand singe and burn, and, crying out, Xira drops the scythe to smolder upon the ground. Xira reaches over her shoulder, and grasps the bandaged scythe. Instantly, the bandages on the scythe and her hand tear apart with a loud ripping noise and an explosion of blackness. The crowd supporting Xira shout even louder now, and Xira grits her teeth as she brings the scythe in front for all to see, its black aura utterly destroying the bandages on both her hands, revealing them.
The hands are ragged and have cut marks all over them. Some cuts are so pronounced that they even form unnatural rifts in Xira's hands. The reason why is immediately apparent as the scythe in their grasp. The scythe bears a black aura, and its obsidian-like appearance is the only thing that distinguishes the scythe from the aura. The shaft of the scythe is the definition of jagged, with multitudes upon multitudes of razor sharp edges like rough obsidian. Already, blood drips from Xira's hands as she holds the scythe. The scythe's shaft ends in a sharp point on both ends, and from the top extends a cruel blade. The blade itself has an edge in the shape of the bottom of a bat's wing, and just from looking at it, Manalagna can tell that it its serrated edge is perfectly sharp. Carved along the blade itself is an intricate design. In the beginning of the pattern, parallel to the blade's edge is two crescent moon shapes, one curving towards the bottom edge, the other curving towards the top edge. In between the points of the moons, a sideways eye stares blankly ahead, reflecting the gaze of Manalagna's own eyes. This pattern continues three times along the blade, until the two crescent moons converge to a point just before the blade's tip. Under and above each eye is a simple triangle, completing the pattern.
Xira grits her teeth and her face is contorted in pain, but her eyes glare into Manalagna's. However, from what Manalagna can see of Xira's weakening appearance, it is hard to tell who will fall to the scythe first.
Posted on 2008-06-07 at 02:05:07.
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